NEW YEARS EVE 2010 ________________________________________________________
David looked around the entrance hall to his family's estate. So much had happened lately he had met miss Isabelle Dubois a very beautiful female that he loves, was covered in snow by an ignorant male, kissed Isabelle making him feel extremely lucky. He had also finally met Lord Trevor the ruler of England since the take over.
He smiled lightly to himself feeling his transfigured teeth graze against his bottom lip making him laugh at his guise. Your such a mastermind David it scares me at times. I wonder what Isabelle will think. He then turned to look at the almost real decorations the blood-like walls, the darkened room, the eerie sounds of moans and wails of pain. He had outdone himself this time. Last year it was a black & white masquerade this time he had chosen something more along the lines that he liked...vampires.
Looking at his outfit once again he smiled at all the authenticness of it. His outfit and teeth was well done and thought through. He then heard the doorbell and smiled lightly as a servant walked and opened the door for the first few students.
Post by Aether Blaine on Jan 30, 2010 22:11:23 GMT -8
Aether was never sure about the parties of other families. They were often stuffy and political affairs filled with false smiles and forced pleasantries, but this one appeared to have potential. It was for many of the students which meant politics were not likely. Still he had to wonder about the theme, Vampires? It seemed an odd choice for new year's eve, but who was he to question the choice, and besides he had found a rather amusing interpretation of the theme anyway.
Aether adjusted the duster-style jacket and wire-framed glasses as he approached the door. He switched hands with the old medical bag he carried so that he could ring the doorbell. He hoped that the choice of Van Helsing, the famous vampire hunter, would be an amusing costume rather than an insulting one, at least he found it that way.
Before long the servant opened the door for him and he found David waiting just inside, "Hello, David, Doctor Van Helsing at your service." Aether said with a small laugh and a pleasant smile, "Am I Early?"
What was more intolerable? Being stuck at home, potentially with an annoying sibling or two, or going to a vampire themed New Year's Eve masquerade? He supposed the party was the lesser of two evils as it at least provided him with something different to do for a change. He was well aware that several, if not all, of his siblings had been invited to this as well. That, however, was where the brilliance of having a costume came into play. As he got around, he took every chance he could to prevent himself from being recognizable, at least visually anyway. He had lengthened his hair an inch or two, gelled it up, and colored it black for the occasion. He didn't have to really do anything with his face as he would be wearing a mask. After all, it was a masquerade, just a vampire themed one, right?...Or was 'masquerade' just being used as a synonym for 'party? Was it supposed to be a 'vampires at a masquerade' type party? Oh whatever, he was wearing the damn mask.
He transfigured the length of his teeth, but only slightly. He didn't need to be biting through his tongue constantly over the course of the night. Combined with stylish black robes, a suit, and a cape, and he was ready to go. Looking over himself in the mirror, he could barely recognize himself: Perfect. This way he could avoid the nuisances that were bound to show up (his siblings included), and he could simply just reveal himself to those whose presence he actually enjoyed. With a swish of his cape, he was out the door of the manor and had apparated to the Val'Lauren estate.
He was still a bit skeptical of this party as he was uncertain as to who all was invited. The Val'Laurens were... yeah, the Val'Laurens. Adrian generally considered the boy in his year, David, to be a bit haughty and full of himself. He was tolerable at times, but the way he thought every woman he ever came into contact with was automatically obliged to swoon over him was rather annoying. Still, he did have some redeeming qualities. If he didn't, why would Adrian be here to begin with? As for his twin, Delilah, she was generally tolerable. She did, however, have a nasty temper about her and it was probably best not to get on her bad side. Still, she did amuse him every now and again with her ability to bring her brother down a peg or two back down to earth.
As he entered the manor, he glanced around at all of the extravagant decorating and atmosphere. No expense had been spared, it would seem. Still, what exactly did vampires have to do with New Years? Wasn't it more of a Halloween theme? Whatever... Adrian had learned it was generally futile to question the logic of others, particularly non-Ravenclaws'. One thing that did seem to be lacking was an abundance of people. There were only a few here and there - hardly a party. Was he just early, or was this really the only turnout?
He spotted their host, at least the male one, who coincidentally seemed to be chatting with his brother. He walked up to the two of them, entering into their discussion. "Not going to be murdering the rest of us, are you Doctor?" he asked, tipping up his mask to reveal it was him in case his voice hadn't been enough of a tip-off, seeing as it was slightly slurred by the delightful new fangs he had within his mouth. "But yes David... how early are we? I hope to presume that my siblings and I weren't the only ones invited?"
Masquerades usually took a great deal of creativity in Isabelle's experience. They usually had outlandish themes that required you to think long and hard about your costume or be creative in justifying what dress you were going to wear. Sometimes it took weeks of preparation to find the right dress, the right way to style your hair, the right jewelry, the right everything. It was all part of finding a persona to bring to the party with you. It was all part of impressing the other guests and gaining a good reputation. Perhaps the challenge of it all was why Isabelle had always been so fond of a good masque. Her hopes for this one, however, were reserved because of the theme. Anyone could throw on a black or a red gown and extend their teeth to become a vampire. Anyone on earth could show up looking like themselves and say they were a vampire. There were only so many famous vampires and vampire stories you could turn into costumes. She had a feeling there would be at least five Dracula's and lord knows how many Lucy and Mina's but what could a girl do? She was staunch on showing up as Mina Harker but she knew she had to be the best of all of them.
Carefully browsing through her closet for old costumes she had used back in France, Isabelle came across one she had used for a Hallows Eve Ball. She had gone as a demon that year. Her hair had been worn loose with slight curls in it and she had transfigured her skin to be pitch black and her eyes to have fire in them at all times. She had even made horns come from her head- large and twisted. It had been one of her more magically elaborate costumes she had ever done for such an occasion, not her best, but certainly a favorite. Yes, this dress would be perfect for another dark creature such as a vampire. If it wasn't then at least it would flatter her appropriately in front of all the other guests.
Quickly doing her makeup to look pale, and slightly sickly, Isabelle then put on a dark red lipstick and put light waves and a few curls in her hair to frame her face better before slipping on her bright red gown, a pair of white elbow length gloves and black heels. She breathed out and closed her eyes as she was tightened into her dress for the evening. She repeated the mantra beauty is pain several times under her breath before finally realizing the process of tightening the corset portion of the costume was over. She had to admit the effect was perfectly alluring and satisfactory- worth every lost bone and bit of pain she had gone through for it. Yes, she had a feeling she would be the most beautiful girl at the party and would have the full attention of all the guests.
Putting on the final touches- an old family heirloom of hers that consisted of four strands of jet black crystal combined to create a necklace that rested just above her decolletage, a spray of a light perfume, and two fake bite marks right where the pulse beat on her neck made her costume perfect. Isabelle examined herself in the mirror, turning left and then right to make sure she had not missed a single detail. Satisfied with the finished result she grabbed her mask from her vanity and placed it on her eyes. A quick fair well to her parents was all she had time for before she apparated outside the manor where the party was to be held.
The faint sound of moaning could be heard from inside as well as a few voices. With a raised eyebrow, Isabelle made her way up the front path and through the door. She nodded to the servant who had greeted her and looked around the front hall. She had to admit as strange as the theme was for a New Years party, and as over done as it usually was, she was impressed; David and his family had gone far over the top with their preparations. It seemed everything down to the last drop of blood had been planned meticulously. That earned quite a bit of respect in Isabelle's opinion. She herself thought that it was a very nice job planning at least. There seemed to be only one flaw: the lack of guests.
Now, the way David had described his annual soiree Isabelle was expecting more than two other gentleman. She had at least expected to see his sister, or some of the other students there, but only two? She raised an eyebrow from under her mask and walked over to the small group. She knew she was on time because it was a part of her bringing up. You were either to be perfectly on time to a party or not more than fifteen minutes late. If you were to be late you called ahead with an excuse and your sincerest apologies and often stopped to get a small gift for the host if that was the case. She was not fifteen minutes or more late and she had apparated with five minutes to spare. She knew she was in the right so where were all the guests? Was this really to be the extent of her grand introduction to the rest of Hogwarts society? She really hoped not.
Sweeping her train behind her with an air of training and grace, Isabelle put on a bright mischeivous smile and walked up to the group of guests. She noted that the other two were part of the Blaine family, distiguished amongst the wizarding purebloods of this country. She would have to spend some time with them this evening if they were the two she thought they were. Her parents had warned her to pick the right Blaine's after all and to stay as far away as she could get from some of the others. One of the brothers seemed to be in a serious traditional vampire costume and had extended his hair for extra effect while the other had taken a lighter more interesting approach and had dressed as a hunter of vampires- if the glasses were any indication a particular Dr. Van Helsing. Her smile widened at the thought of Mina and Van Helsing at the same party.
"You are not early if my clock was correct when I left Monsieur Blaine, and since I am 'ere I sincerely 'ope you were not ze only ones invited." She paused to smile at each of the men, her eyes twinkling through her mask. "And it seems that I was not ze only one who took a page from ze famous Dracula...good evening Dr., I assume you recognize me....Mina Harker?" She smiled brightly and let out a little laugh before turning to David. "It a pleasure to see you again David, even if the party iz a bit smaller zan I imagined..."
It was winter break, about a week before New years. The weather was perfect for flying. Rain, lightning, dangerous winds. Very enjoyable. For a Slytherin girl, seventh year, with blonde hair and a taste for pain, it truly was enjoyable. Despite getting soaked to the core the ride was still on. Agatha was off with her group of death eaters doing some deed. Angela was invited but refused, wanting to wreak some havoc without her grandmother watching over her. It was on that day, about noon, when a letter landed, and stuck, on her left leg. Curiosity got her and she landed the broom. With wand in hand, her right, she cast up a small umbrella over her. Setting the broom against a stone wall as the letter opened infront of her. "An invitation?" There was excitement in her voice, she read on. "Oh, the Val'Lauren household." Excitement grew to being ecstatic as she finished it all. A vampire theme...now that would be something. Last year was a thrill for Angela. Any party thrown by a Slytherin generally was. Though she had to admit it lacked creativity, and pain. This year was certain to make up for it however. Thus, without haste the broom was ridden back to the mansion of Agatha Aurora. This was Angela's home away from parents. She felt right there.
It took the week from point of invitation up to the day of the party for her gown, and potion, to be complete. The slaves were ordered to work on the gown by precise instructions given to them by none other then Angela herself. Black rose lace, dark red, and black fabrics were used for the dress. Accessories for it were kept simple. Fishnet stockings, tall shiny leather boots, a black walking stick with a silver topped rose which had blood drizzled over it for effect. There was also a medium sized black top hat that cocked to the right. Her mask was actually the same one she used at the black and white ball. With the white stained to match the dark red fabrics used in the costume and the clock replaced with a tiny silver rose. The final product was perfectly suited for her. To add to the effect of being a vampire Angela worked the week on a potion to grow fangs. It would have been much easier, and with less side effects, to cast elongated teeth in her mouth. However this way had a chance of becoming permanent, a risk. Why not take that risk? She had asked herself without putting anymore thought to it.
On the day of the party she washed the pink die from her hair, replacing it with several blood red streaks. Afterward the semi-curly streaked blonde hair was put up in a decorative victorian hair style. The dress was put on, and the half corset style piece strapped to the point that brought her a pleasurable pain. After that was done she cast her skin three shades paler than it naturally was. Some thick dark eyeliner traced around the eyes, making them appear wider, then to follow blood looking lipstick over her lips. When it was time for the party Angel, her preferred nickname, appirated from Agatha Aurora's mansion in France over to the Val'Lauren home. This way the rain did not ruin her pretty dress.
The doors were opened by a servant. One who did not even deserve a glance in her opinion. Someone who she felt did deserve it was the host, and the guests. There were still not many guests. Was she early? Is it an exclusive party this year? Angel walked up to the small group and said a hello to them all. "Doctor Van Helsing, what a pleasurable surprise to see you here this evening. I hope you are here to enjoy the festivities and not on business." She worked her natural French accent throughout the greetings. Planning to use it all night. "Ah. You must be Mina Harker. It seems as if Dracula were the true theme of this nights evening. Which must make you the count himself." She was looking at David when she spoke the last part. Bowing her head in respect.
Just what she needed, Isis couldn't help but think, another party. At least this one shouldn't be too terribly bad, right? It was students from Hogwarts, not a bunch of stuffy adults where she'd have to put on appropriate airs. The theme was simple enough. Vampires. What that had to do with the current holiday, she had no idea, but she wasn't questioning it. The costumes would be fun, she was sure, but she was also certain that there would be dozens of the classic characters, so she'd do her own thing. She truly didn't care that she wouldn't have an actual name from a book. However, she could try her best at an accent and come up with a name, right? So long as she was a vampire, it shouldn't matter.
Considering most would probably wear the flashiest, prettiest Victorian dress they could find, Isis decided to go with something quite opposite. To her, it was simple but pretty, the black folds cascading somewhat over each other down to the floor. It was sleeveless, but naturally, she had a shawl to wear 'til she was inside the Val'Lauren manor. It was the cold of winter, after all. It wasn't summer. Snow. So, she also had boots on. She'd switch to heels once she arrived as well. Once she was satisfied with what was on her body, Isis moved onto her hair. It took a bit of playing around with it for the girl to be pleased with it, but she eventually settled on a low side ponytail that was loose and had a pretty clip to keep it in place. The top of her hair was teased slightly to keep it from merely laying flat.
Next was her make-up. The Hufflepuff stared at her reflection for a while before reaching for her make-up kit. She put on some foundation and powder to make her face appear pale and lifeless before adding some dark lipstick and applied a layer of sparkly lip gloss. Unsatisfied, she took a few minutes to transfigure some fangs. Better. She'd have to wait until she had the mask on to decide if she liked the lipstick still, though. Next, were her eyes, which she found a little tricky as she wanted to create a slight sunken look yet something to make them stand out at the same time. Once she was almost certain she had it just right, she reached for the mask and situated it. Pretty damn good if she did say so herself. Now the lipstick and pale color didn't seem so awkward to her as they had before the mask. Mission accomplished.
With a slightly awkward smile at herself in the mirror (due to the fangs), she pushed herself up from the vanity while running her tongue over her slightly blunt fangs and headed out of her home to apparate to the Val'Laurens. This would be an interesting night. Once there, Isis handed her shawl and boots to the servant, putting on her heels before heading in, spotting Aether with a roll of her eyes. There was some boy near him and then David Val'Lauren. Then, there was some blonde girl, whom she didn't recognize and yet another girl, this one a brunette, whom she definitely wasn't certain of. However, she walked over to where the crowd seemed to be gathering. Hopefully more would show up or this wouldn't be much of a party, much less a masquerade. "Hello, David," she greeted with a smile and a slight curtsy to be cute before going over to Aether and resting her upper arm on his shoulder, her forearm bent to rest her head against. "Brother."
It was new years eve day and Danielle's mother, Elizabeth, was finishing off the adjustments that were being made on a vampire themed ball gown. "Mother..." Danielle started, "I really would rather just stay home with you, or go for a drive into the country. Start the new year off with peace and tranquility, not this...this masquerade at the Val'Lauren mansion." But Elizabeth was persistint and told her several times that she would be going. "An invitation was sent to you Danielle. It would be rude not to attend." "It hit me on the head while I was studying in the library!" She cringed a little, remembering when it had happened. ..All I was doing was sitting there, minding my own bussiness, studying! The owl had already came that day...I suspect he cast it to hit me on purpose. Right in the middle of my forhead too!..."Enough. Your sister is going, so shall you." "It was an invitation to anyone sixth year and above. My not being there will not be noticed." "We will not be discussing this any further. Besides the dress is complete." Elizabeth stood up and smiled at Danielle through the mirror. Danielle smiled as well. Vampires were not her favorite things, but the dress did look nice. Her mother was brilliant when it came to sewing by hand, or even with magic. However it was peaceful to her to do so by hand. "Thank you for letting me use your old vampire costume mother."
It was true. Many years ago during Elizabeth Starmer's fifth year there was a halloween party themed with creatures of the night. She had gone as a vampire and just readjusted the size for Danielle. It was a pretty simple garment made up of two pieces. The first piece a long black dress. The arms were fitting and went into webs at the ends of them. The bottom half was loosely fitting to the knees where it went down to the feet like a mermaid style dress. The second piece was dark red, with a dark grey pattern over it. There was a piece that went around the back of her neck, and over her shoulders then attached to the second piece. An optional piece that she decided to wear.
Now it was time to put on the make-up and fix her hair. Not to mention lengthen her teeth with a charm that probably everyone who went as a vampire would have used. First the hair. It was naturally very curly, this she would leave the way it way. Casting a charm to make it a shiny dark brown. It would catch light nicely. For her skin she put on some pale foundation, which also helped in concealing the flaws. Vampires were thought to have either no flaws or at least very few. The make-up made her eyes seem to fade, as did her lips. Some black listick made the lips stand out against the skin. A little bit of black eye-liner, mascara, and a charm to turn her brown eyes red, took care of the other issue. Now it was just the teeth. No fangs. Unconvincing. She was assured of that much. There was no charm that came to mind to grow fangs. After heading to the family library she found the spell that was needed. It would be easy enough, no side effects except for possible painthat came from them growing. They would not be permanent, and that was a great plus. The charm was cast and she could feel the teeth breaking apart her gums. Her tongue touched them, "Ou!" It was bleeding down, lovely. The fangs were not very long, but long enough to be felt against her tongue when her mouth was closed. They were also very sharp. In no time at all there were three lightly bleeding scratching on the inside of her bottom lip. ..I'll be tasting blood all night. That is just lovely.
Now it was down to the apparating. Danielle disliked apparation, or at least traveling it herself. It upset the stomache, gave a headache, and all in all made her less balanced than she already was. Unfortunately that was the only way, besides a long broomride, for her to get there. Besides it was snowing, not good flying weather, at least not for Danielle. After putting on her maskl the Hufflepuff closed her eyes and took in a deep breath. Then, apparation.
Once landed she found herself at the bottom of the Val'Lauren Manor. The gate was open, people were walking inside. One girl had a top hat on and a dress that looked a bit French but she could not tell. The girl after that had a black dress that looked unique. With a deep breath she walked up the walkway. It was creepier than she had remembered from las years black and white ball. Of course the entire pathway had been decorated by theme then. Was this the case now? ..I should very much hope that this is just because of the theme. Then again--- "Aaaahhh!!" Danielle screamed as a startling cry for help sounded from somewhere unknown. It was a females voice. "No, no don't hurt me please! No---" a blood curtling scream followed. It pained Danielle to listen to it. With hastened feet she got up to the front door. The sounds were not stopping. This felt as if it were going to be a terrible night. There was no way to say for certain how it would turn out of course.
As the door open Danielle saw it was a slave. The charmed red eyes looked at the slave and a small smile crossed her blackened lips to say thank you to him without speaking any words. She walked over to the party. There were a few guests, but not as many as she would have thought. It was still fairly early though. Instead of saying hello she simply smiled. Fangs glistening off of the black painted lips. Blood tipping the ends of them, making the appearance even more realistic, despite how cheesy the design was. The girl with the top hat was her twin sister, Angela. This she could easily tell from style, hair, and accent. The others she had no clue as to who was who. Though one male she saw to be dressed as Van Helsing, and a female another character from the book. THe name of the character however eluded her.
Post by Aether Blaine on Jan 31, 2010 17:08:09 GMT -8
It seemed that the party was starting to pick up, a sudden flood of attendees had arrived and it seemed that Aether had made the right choice in picking a less expected costume. All of the others were choosing the rather typical stereotypes of vampires, complete with altered teeth and he had to admit that he didn't mind standing out from the other guests, though he was sure he would become a bit uncomfortable with the attention after a while. He was simply too used to playing stage crew and had never really encountered a situation where suddenly he stood out.
Aether smiled and laughed along with the various comments on his costume, offering reassurances that he would certainly not be stabbing anyone with a stake tonight. When his sister Isis approached and leaned on his shoulder, he relaxed under her addition of weight and returned her greeting, "Hello, Isis. Wasn't sure if you were coming or not. At least it seems my costume is being taken rather well considering my loose interpretation of the theme, although it seemed to be getting me more attention than i planned. This could be interesting."
Aether surveyed the other guests. It seemed that corsets were a popular choice with the girls, as transfiguration of the teeth seemed to be a popular costuming tactic of everyone but himself. He got the feeling that things would be getting more interesting as the night went on for better or worse.
Post by Lance Ulrich on Feb 1, 2010 0:44:36 GMT -8
It was a Friday night, and frankly, Lance had nothing to do. Oh, he knew there was a themed masquerade at the Val'Laurens, and a friend who wasn't quite so well off was having a regular party. However, he wasn't entirely certain if he wanted to go to either of them or if he did want to go to either of them which he would choose. At his friend's, he knew the atmosphere would be just what was required to have a good time: women, alcohol, and a place to stay that wasn't home, which was a plus as he and his father hadn't been getting along of late, so the place was starting to fee abandoned. At the Val'Lauren's, he knew there would be people looking for a good time, but he had no knowledge or control of who was to be there. They could all be bumbling idiots or they could turn out to be pretty cool. However, he doubted it. A vampire theme for a New Years party? Wasn't that for Halloween or kiddies--both, even?
With a heavy sigh, Lance rolled from his back to his stomach, resting his chin on one arm as the other one rested aimlessly on the pillow. Decisions, decisions. How he loved them! So, there were benefits to both. At one he could relax and have a few with friends. At the other he could observe and toy with a bunch of fools, but he'd require a costume, which he truly didn't have--at least not that fit the theme. All he could decide upon was that he didn't want to spend his evening here. That would be torture, knowing fun was to be had and he was not having it. Flip a coin, maybe? Wasn't like he had anything better to do anyway as indecisive as he was on his own. He could always transfigure something if he got the side for the masque. To what? He didn't know nor did he entirely care at the moment.
Naturally, the more problematic party was the result, and after three re-dos with the same result, he gave up, sighing and burying his face in his arms, which were on the pillow. He laid there for a few minutes before reaching his arms out a little and pushing himself up to his knees and then to his bottom as he scooted to the edge of his bed and rose. He briskly walked to his closet and opened it, looking through it. After a few moments, he pulled out a pair of black dress slacks and a black button down. After determining whether or not they matched, he set them out on his bed and then returned to the closet where he pulled out an old dress robe, which he transfigured into a cape with a silky lining and a silver clasp to hold it in place. It wasn't full length and merely came to his waist, but he didn't care. He added a midnight blue-and-black vest that had silver thread highlights to the ensemble before putting it on as well as his dress shoes.
He stared at himself in the full length mirror for a moment, trying to decide what to do with his hair. It had decidedly grown over the break, and by his own definition, it was unkempt at best and difficult to control unless he did something to it. So, he decided to slick it back and quickly got that out of the way as well as fangs. Now, it was time for a mask. So, he decided upon a simple black mask. After all, the hair was so different from his normal way of wearing it, not to mention nowhere near his normal short length, so he didn't feel the need to have an overly fancy mask to divert people's guesses.
As he peered at his reflection in the mirror once more, Lance decided something was missing, so he went to his father's room and borrowed a simple cane with a silver ball to complete the ensemble before he apparated to the Val'Lauren estate. When he arrived, he ignored the servant's offer to take his cape and instead walked in, looking for someone that he knew. Unfortunately, masks made that somewhat difficult. Well, he supposed he was still flying blind. He'd have to mingle. "Guten Abend," he greeted as he approached the small crowd, eying the woman in the red dress with the dark hair. He figured since he never used any form of accent around people with the exception of the last masquerade around Trevor and Evie, he may as well use the one with which he was most comfortable to disguise his voice.
As far as evenings went, Lily's had not been the greatest thus far.
Of course there was the usual fact that she was home with her 'loving family,' then there was the fact that she just wasn't interested in going to any of the trivial parties she had been invited to. Her time would be much better spent by studying as far as Lily was concerned. Of course her uncle wouldn't have even considered letting his pureblood niece accept an invitation from anyone less than pureblood themselves, so that left the Val'Lauren's party as the winner by default. Lionel Blake was not going to let his niece snub them by not going, of course, so after a highly heated argument and several hits and bruises later, Lily was getting dressed and ready to go to the vampire masquerade.
As her chambermaid tightened the corset she would wear under the tight-fitting gown, Lily gasped in pain and discomfort. Being kicked in the ribs repeatedly just didn't seem to be cohesive with wearing a corset, but, of course, she would just have to suck it up and move on like nothing was wrong. Couldn't let out that Lord Williams' handpicked Head Unspeakable beat and abused his wife and niece.
Sighing in relief when the corset was finally tightened, Lily slipped into the sheath of silk easily, admiring herself in the full-length mirror in her room. The dress was a brand new one her uncle had bought for her to wear to the Blake's annual holiday ball, and even though a few of the Val'Laurens' guests might have been at the ball and seen the dress before, Lily didn't care and planned to wear it anyway. Being seen in a dress she had already worn was hardly a problem for Lily, and if anyone else felt different they could just get over it as far as she was concerned. After the maid had artfully arranged Lily's hair in an elaborate chignon off her neck, Lily set about trying to conceal the bruises on her neck. With a fake vampire bite on one side of her neck and a few fake scatches on the other side, you could barely see the finger-shaped bruises on her pale skin... Tying her silver and black mask on her eyes and draping her fur-lined cloak over her shoulders, Lily took one last look in the mirror and apparated to the Val'Lauren estate.
As she arrived, Lily could see several of her classmates had already arrived, including what she assumed were several of the Blaine multiples. After making her rounds to David and Delilah as the host and hostess, and greeting most of the other attendees, Lily made her way over to the punch bowl and poured herself a glass. Artfully and in keeping with the theme of vampires, it looked much like human blood. Eyeballing it suspiciously for a moment, Lily took a careful sip and decided it wasn't bad. Deciding to simply observe for a while, she stood off to the side and just enjoyed her beverage, whatever it was.
Not long after Isabelle had spoken many guests began to arrive. They all seemed to be vampires. Not a single person besides Dr. Van Helsing and the latest girl to enter seemed to deviate. She was happy that at least one person seemed to understand her own costume as simple and elegant as it was. She managed a bright laugh to show that her teeth were normal as they usually were and nodded at the girl who had just arrived. "It seems all of us 'ere are playing a game of variation with David as our leader as it vere. If 'e is indeed Dracula it vould make him the center of our story and our attention. It is fitting in my opinion. I 'eard tell of a rumor that you are called ze Slytherin Prince on occasion no David? If zis is so why should you not be the Prince of Darkness." Her eyes sparkled with the clever little comparison and she smirked flirtatiously at him.
As the joke faded into the night Isabelle took a moment to view all the guests that were coming over to pay their respects and tried to guess if she had met them or not. The girl who had correctly guessed at her guise was new to her. She seemed clever enough and smart enough, but her ensemble, while an interesting take on the theme, was without taste in Isabelle's opinion- it was all seduction and no sophistication. The next female who entered had the sophistication and glamor considering her dress certainly held an air of couture about it with its black draping and her mask held gems and embellishments that made Isabelle think of both wealth and excellent taste. The girl who wore them however seemed cold and distant only referring to the good Dr. as her brother. That made three siblings now- the only family she had been aware of with such a combination of boys and girls that were so close was the Blaines. Her guess was confirmed when the name Isis was mentioned. Isabelle stored it away in her brain for later and continued viewing the scene. The next girl to arrive seemed quiet and looked like she did not want to be disturbed though she did come over to the mob of gathering guests. Her smile was friendly enough but her silence was unsettling as were her gruesomely realistic teeth-creative yes, but too much in Isabelle's humble opinion. Silent girl stared at her for a few minutes and Isabelle smiled back and then turned her attention back to David.
"It seems we owe you an apology David, this is turning in to more of a party after all." Before she could say another word a voice captured her ears. She turned to see where it had come from and did not have to look far- for behind her there was yet another guest. The voice and the clothes gave away the fact that he was a gentleman, as obvious as that sounded. His choice in clothing was quite perfect for the occasion. She would have to pin him as one of the best dressed people in the room if it were up to her. She glanced at David and then back at the newcomer for a moment and smiled. It seemed they had quite similar tastes as the only differences she could spot was the pattern of the silver, the color of the vest, the color of the shirt and the fact that this man's cane was all silver instead of silver and black. She appreciated the design of both outfits, the simplicity, the elegance, but the color used by the man behind her had caught her eye.
She flashed him a seductive smile and batted her eyelashes underneath her mask, taking him in. He had a German accent, she could recognize it from her parents work with those from that particular country. Perhaps a disguise? She guessed so as she knew of very few students who had like herself come to this place from foreign countries and none of them thus far were from the area of his accent. "Guten Abend Monsieur." She paused for a moment and considered the voice which sounded oddly familiar. "Do I know you Monsieur? Your voice sounds familiar, and yet I do not believe I have spoke to anyone with such an interesting accent before. Are you German by chance, or perhaps from German decent?"
Leena was not exactly a happy camper as she reached the Val'Lauren. Knowing she'd be the only Gryffindor there was not a comforting factor. She wished Michaela and Andrew were with her, but alas this was for 6th years and up. Damn age limits. She paused to glance upon the manor. This was nothing Leena was use too. She didn't grow up among the rich and high ranking like some of the Hogwarts student body.
She thought back to earlier in the evening when she and her mother were making, yes, making her costume. She glanced down at it. Did it look like someone poor made it? Or did it look store bought? Thoughts raced through her mind as she begin to baby step to the manor. She didn't even bother messing with her teeth. Even though this was suppose to be a "vampire" themed masquerade.
Leena snorted at that thought. Who held "vampire" themed masquerades for New Years? Shouldn't that be left for, well, Halloween. She decided that it probably wouldn't be the most appropriate subject to bring up with the host. No, that she would keep to herself, unless someone among the party guests felt the same way. She finally, after what seemed like an eternity stepped into the entrance hall. Leena heard a small gasp escape from her mouth and quickly silenced herself. This was no time to act out of place.
Her anxious mannerisms were slowly creeping back. She twisted her gloved hands together. Sweet Merlin, I'm out of place and the only Gryffindor...help! Her mind screamed. She did a quick sweep of the room with her eyes and was instantly comforted. Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws were here. That made her relax a little. She still wasn't comforted by the fact that she had no house mates to hide behind.
Then a voice caught her attention, well not really the voice but the accent. It was French, heavily French. She quickly sought out the voice. Leena found it's owner. A Slytherin. Wonderful. Her little bit of hope for finding someone to talk to diminished. She quickly found a spot to linger in, alone. It was gonna be a long night for Leena.
It took hours of staring at the invitation to finally convince Diana to go to this Masquerade, or Danse Macabre as she called it. When she heard it was going to be Vampire themed, Diana was only slightly delighted that she was going to be able to use the mask that a friend had given to her for her birthday a while back. Not to mention she was going to be able to wear the dress she hadn't worn since the Yule Ball two years ago. She was proud that it still fit, and with a little color change and lace, extending the length to adjust to her height, embroidering intricate designs into the cloth and tying ribbon along the hems and back of the dress, she was happy with it, as it would fit the night's theme. The only downer she could think of was the fact that it was a New Years ball, and finding someone to kiss at midnight was going to be difficult.
She sighed as she thought about this unfortunate predicament. Diana knew that this couldn't keep her down; moping in public wasn't her "style". Therefore, the second-born Blaine held her head high and proud as she made her entrance to the Val'Lauren estate, where there were already mingling guests. Running her tongue over her teeth, she felt to make sure her fangs were in place, a spell she was proud of for perfecting so quickly. Her eyes, through her mask, scanned over the estate, noticing how beautiful the decorations were. Everything was so eerie, so dark. Diana smiled to herself and kept walking, noticing a few familiar faces in attendance.
These faces included some of her siblings, including Adrian, of whom she wanted to keep her distance. Diana hadn't exactly spoken to him since they fought the other night, about something ridiculous, and she wasn't going to make an ass out of herself by initiating conversation with the sibling who wanted to push her away. So she moseyed, lingering through the crowds and then finding her place on the sidelines, at least until she found someone to talk to who wouldn't put her down without any thought or remorse at all.
Diana took a deep breath. She hoped she wasn't going to regret showing up to this...party.
Post by Lance Ulrich on Feb 5, 2010 0:22:26 GMT -8
"Ja, Fräulein, I am German and ve have met before. I vas raised in a small vizarding village near Bamberg until I turned nine. Den, ve moved to Diagon Alley. Mein Vater had a job in da Ministry." Lance offered Isabelle a smile, his teeth showing only due to the fact that otherwise his fangs would have uncomfortably poked against his lower lip. Of course, the Ravenclaw-turned-"Vampire" realized that the woman did not know even that much about him. It wasn't often that he disclosed such information to people, though usually people who had parents working in the Ministry would eventually ask him if Kurt Ulrich was in any way related. "Quite de turnout," he commented as a side note, glancing around.
His eye fell on Lily (he only recognized her because he had in fact been at said ball), noticing the bite mark and scratches on her neck. To him, it was a little over the top, and he wasn't certain what to make of it, but at this point in time, he wasn't going to make his way over to her. She seemed to be content with being on her own and watching as did the blonde female who had entered. It seemed they had two wallflowers. No, seemed it was three. However, Lance hardly allowed himself much time to observe the other two. Understandably, Lily got the most attention. Why wouldn't she with the marks on her neck?
But as easy as it would have been to stare, the young man averted his eyes and looked back to Isabelle in a matter of ten seconds from the time he'd glanced away. It would be rude to ignore the beautiful woman with whom he was speaking, and the ten seconds was more than adequate for both of them to have time to look around the room after his comment about the turnout. But as nice as it surely would be to simply stand around and talk with Isabelle, Lance thought the prospect was pretty boring. Surely there were some games to be had or some dancing to be done at some point, right?
As Lily stood to the side and observed the next couple guests to arrive, she heard a familiar accent. "Hmm, Mister Ulrich must have decided to come after all," she thought, a little surprised. When she had inquired as to the status of his RSVP for the Val'Lauren party at her own family's ball, he had informed her he wasn't certain he would attend. Lily had confided that she hadn't particularly wanted to accept her invitation either, but would probably be forced to anyway. Pureblood loyalty and all that... As far as she was concerned, "pureblood loyalty could go to hell, along with all the accompanying balls and frippery too. She sighed, and decided that as long as she was forced to be here, she might as well try to enjoy herself.
Looking around, Lily thought she recognized a few people (it was difficult to tell with everyone wearing masks), including the most recent arrival. If she was correct (damn those idiotic masks!) the girl was Diana Blaine, another Ravenclaw seventh year. She was actually one of the Blaines that Lily didn't mind. And she was standing off to the side of the party as well, which was a good thing in Lily's opinion; less chance that someone would notice the finger-shaped bruises on her neck under the "wounds" she had put on her neck if there were only a few people around her. Speaking of noticing...Lily noticed Lance looking at her across the room, brief though it was, and saw he seemed to be staring at her neck. She sent him a small smile and hoped that he was merely admiring the quality of her work and not the bruises beneath them...
Putting Lance out of her mind for the time being, Lily refilled her punch glass and poured a second, making her way over to Diana. Smiling and extending the second glass to her, Lily said in her lightly accented English, "Isn't this simply lovely? I mean, isn't it everyone's dream to spend New Year's Eve with a host of 'vampires'?" Lily smirked slightly, obviously joking with the other girl. "You look like you want to be here about as much as I do, Diana. However did we get roped into this?"
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